THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

I even called him Sir.  I said, excuse me Sir, out of the car.  Nothing.  He never even looked at me.  I said, I don’t tell anybody twice.  Out of the car, now.  Then I saw the gun.  I knew for a fact he was going for my head.  He shot me across the nose.  The young dog came out then.  He shot him twice, which just gave me enough time to start and run.

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White, early 30s, approximately five feet eight inches tall, slim build, sallow complexion, thin face with high cheekbones and prominent eyes, short dark curly hair, clean-shaven.

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A man walked into my shop and bought a loaf, a can of pilchards and other food.  He looked like an ordinary, mild-mannered man.  He left the shop and a few seconds later I heard a shot.  I ran outside and saw Sergeant Ward lying in the road.

Staniforth/Fryupdale